Complete Works of Oscar Wilde

by Oscar Wilde

  That men hath made for Man,

  Since first Man took his brother’s life,

  And the sad world began,

  But straws the wheat and saves the chaff

  With a most evil fan.

  This too I know – and wise it were

  If each could know the same –

  That every prison that men build

  Is built with bricks of shame,

  And bound with bars lest Christ should see

  How men their brothers maim.

  With bars they blur the gracious moon,

  And blind the goodly sun;

  And they do well to hide their Hell,

  For in it things are done

  That Son of God nor son of Man

  Ever should look upon!

  The vilest deeds like poison weeds,

  Bloom well in prison-air;

  It is only what is good in Man

  That wastes and withers there:

  Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,

  And the Warder is Despair.

  For they starve the little frightened child

  Till it weeps both night and day:

  And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,

  And gibe the old and grey,

  And some grow mad, and all grow bad,

  And none a word may say.

  Each narrow cell in which we dwell

  Is a foul and dark latrine,

  And the fetid breath of living Death

  Chokes up each grated screen,

  And all, but Lust, is turned to dust

  In Humanity’s machine.

  The brackish water that we drink

  Creeps with a loathsome slime,

  And the bitter bread they weigh in scales

  Is full of chalk and lime,

  And Sleep will not lie down, but walks

  Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.

  But though lean Hunger and green Thirst

  Like asp with adder fight,

  We have little care of prison fare,

  For what chills and kills outright

  Is that every stone one lifts by day

  Becomes one’s heart by night.

  With midnight always in one’s heart,

  And twilight in one’s cell,

  We turn the crank, or tear the rope,

  Each in his separate Hell,

  And the silence is more awful far

  Than the sound of a brazen bell.

  And never a human voice comes near

  To speak a gentle word:

  And the eye that watches through the door

  Is pitiless and hard:

  And by all forgot, we rot and rot,

  With soul and body marred.

  And thus we rust Life’s iron chain

  Degraded and alone:

  And some men curse, and some men weep,

  And some men make no moan:

  But God’s eternal Laws are kind

  And break the heart of stone.

  And every human heart that breaks,

  In prison-cell or yard,

  Is as that broken box that gave

  Its treasure to the Lord,

  And filled the unclean leper’s house

  With the scent of costliest nard.

  Ah! Happy they whose hearts can break

  And peace of pardon win!

  How else may man make straight his plan

  And cleanse his soul from Sin?

  How else but through a broken heart

  May Lord Christ enter in?

  And he of the swollen purple throat,

  And the stark and staring eyes,

  Waits for the holy hands that took

  The Thief to Paradise;

  And a broken and a contrite heart

  The Lord will not despise.

  The man in red who reads the Law

  Gave him three weeks of life,

  Three little weeks in which to heal

  His soul of his soul’s strife,

  And cleanse from every blot of blood

  The hand that held the knife.

  And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand,

  The hand that held the steel:

  For only blood can wipe out blood,

  And only tears can heal:

  And the crimson stain that was of Cain

  Became Christ’s snow-white seal.

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  In Reading gaol by Reading town

  There is a pit of shame,

  And in it lies a wretched man

  Eaten by teeth of flame,

  In a burning winding-sheet he lies,

  And his grave has got no name.

  And there, till Christ call forth the dead,

  In silence let him lie:

  No need to waste the foolish tear,

  Or heave the windy sigh:

  The man had killed the thing he loved,

  And so he had to die.

  And all men kill the thing they love,

  By all let this be heard,

  Some do it with a bitter look,

  Some with a flattering word,

  The coward does it with a kiss,

  The brave man with a sword!

  POEMS IN PROSE

  THE ARTIST

  One evening there came into his soul the desire to fashion an image of The Pleasure that abideth for a Moment. And he went forth into the world to look for bronze. For he could only think in bronze.

  But all the bronze of the whole world had disappeared, nor anywhere in the whole world was there any bronze to be found, save only the bronze of the image of The Sorrow that endureth for Ever.

  Now this image he had himself, and with his own hands, fashioned, and had set it on the tomb of the one thing he had loved in life. On the tomb of the dead thing he had most loved had he set this image of his own fashioning, that it might serve as a sign of the love of man that dieth not, and a symbol of the sorrow of man that endureth for ever. And in the whole world there was no other bronze save the bronze of this image.

  And he took the image he had fashioned, and set it in a great furnace, and gave it to the fire.

  And out of the bronze of the image of The Sorrow that endureth for Ever he fashioned an image of The Pleasure that abideth for a Moment.

  THE DOER OF GOOD

  It was night-time and He was alone.

  And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards the city.

  And when He came near He heard within the city the tread of the feet of joy, and the laughter of the mouth of gladness and the loud noise of many lutes. And He knocked at the gate and certain of the gate-keepers opened to Him.

  And He beheld a house that was of marble and had fair pillars of marble before it. The pillars were hung with garlands, and within and without there were torches of cedar. And He entered the house.

  And when He had passed through the hall of chalcedony and the hall of jasper, and reached the long hall of feasting, He saw lying on a couch of seapurple one whose hair was crowned with red roses and whose lips were red with wine.

  And He went behind him and touched him on the shoulder and said to him, ‘Why do you live like this?’

  And the young man turned round and recognised Him, and made answer and said, ‘But I was a leper once, and you healed me. How else should I live?’

  And He passed out of the house and went again into the street.

  And after a little while He saw one whose face and raiment were painted and whose feet were shod with pearls. And behind her came, slowly as a hunter, a young man who wore a cloak of two colours. Now the face of the woman was as the fair face of an idol, and the eyes of the young man were bright with lust.

  And He followed swiftly and touched the hand of the young man and said to him, ‘Why do you look at this woman and in such wise?’

  And the young man turned round and recognised Him and said, ‘But I was blind once, and you gave me sight. At what else should I look?’

  And He ran forward and touched the pain
ted raiment of the woman and said to her, ‘Is there no other way in which to walk save the way of sin?’

  And the woman turned round and recognised Him, and laughed and said, ‘But you forgave me my sins, and the way is a pleasant way.’

  And He passed out of the city.

  And when He had passed out of the city He saw seated by the roadside a young man who was weeping.

  And He went towards him and touched the long locks of his hair and said to him, ‘Why are you weeping?’

  And the young man looked up and recognised Him and made answer, ‘But I was dead once and you raised me from the dead. What else should I do but weep?’

  THE DISCIPLE

  When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it comfort.

  And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of their hair and cried to the pool and said, ‘We do not wonder that you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was he.’

  ‘But was Narcissus beautiful?’ said the pool.

  ‘Who should know that better than you?’ answered the Oreads. ‘Us did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he would mirror his own beauty.’

  And the pool answered, ‘But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.’

  THE MASTER

  Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea, having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into the valley. For he had business in his own home.

  And kneeling on the flint stones of the Valley of Desolation he saw a young man who was naked and weeping. His hair was the colour of honey, and his body was as a white flower, but he had wounded his body with thorns and on his hair had he set ashes as a crown.

  And he who had great possessions said to the young man who was naked and weeping, ‘I do not wonder that your sorrow is so great, for surely He was a just man.’

  And the young man answered, ‘It is not for Him that I am weeping, but for myself. I too have changed water into wine, and I have healed the leper and given sight to the blind. I have walked upon the waters, and from the dwellers in the tombs I have cast out devils. I have fed the hungry in the desert where there was no food, and I have raised the dead from their narrow houses, and at my bidding, and before a great multitude of people, a barren fig-tree withered away. All things that this man has done I have done also. And yet they have not crucified me.’

  THE HOUSE OF JUDGMENT

  And there was silence in the House of Judgment, and the Man came naked before God.

  And God opened the Book of the Life of the Man.

  And God said to the Man, ‘Thy life hath been evil, and thou hast shown cruelty to those who were in need of succour, and to those who lacked help thou hast been bitter and hard of heart. The poor called to thee and thou didst not hearken, and thine ears were closed to the cry of My afflicted. The inheritance of the fatherless thou didst take unto thyself, and thou didst send the foxes into the vineyard of they neighbour’s field. Thou didst take the bread of the children and give it to the dogs to eat, and My lepers who lived in the marshes, and were at peace and praised Me, thou didst drive forth on to the highways, and on Mine earth out of which I made thee thou didst spill innocent blood.’

  And the Man made answer and said, ‘Even so did I.’

  And again God opened the Book of the Life of the Man.

  And God said to the Man, ‘Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images, and from the bed of thine abominations thou didst rise up to the sound of flutes. Thou didst build seven altars to the sins I have suffered, and didst eat of the thing that may not be eaten, and the purple of thy raiment was broidered with the three signs of shame. Thine idols were neither of gold nor of silver that endure, but of flesh that dieth. Thou didst stain their hair with perfumes and put pomegranates in their hands. Thou didst stain their feet with saffron and spread carpets before them. With antimony thou didst stain their eyelids and their bodies thou didst smear with myrrh. Thou didst bow thyself to the ground before them, and the thrones of thine idols were set in the sun. Thou didst show to the sun thy shame and to the moon thy madness.’

  And the Man made answer and said, ‘Even so did I.’

  And a third time God opened the Book of the Life of the Man.

  And God said to the Man, ‘Evil hath been thy life, and with evil didst thou requite good, and with wrongdoing kindness. The hands that fed thee thou didst wound, and the breasts that gave thee suck thou didst despise. He who came to thee with water went away thirsting, and the outlawed men who hid thee in their tents at night thou didst betray before dawn. Thine enemy who spared thee thou didst snare in an ambush, and the friend who walked with thee thou didst sell for a price, and to those who brought thee Love thou didst ever give Lust in thy turn.’

  And the Man made answer and said, ‘Even so did I.’

  And God closed the Book of the Life of the Man, and said, ‘Surely I will send thee into Hell. Even into Hell will I send thee.’

  And the Man cried out, ‘Thou canst not.’

  And God said to the Man, ‘Wherefore can I not send thee to Hell, and for what reason?’

  ‘Because in Hell have I always lived,’ answered the Man.

  And there was silence in the House of Judgment.

  And after a space God spake, and said to the Man, ‘Seeing that I may not send thee into Hell, surely I will send thee unto Heaven. Even unto Heaven will I send thee.’

  And the Man cried out, ‘Thou canst not.’

  And God said to the Man, ‘Wherefore can I not send thee unto Heaven, and for what reason?’

  ‘Because never, and in no place, have I been able to imagine it,’ answered the Man.

  And there was silence in the House of Judgment.

  THE TEACHER OF WISDOM

  From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of his answers.

  And when his parents had given him the robe and the ring of manhood he kissed them, and left them and went out into the world, that he might speak to the world about God. For there were at that time many in the world who either knew not God at all, or had but an incomplete knowledge of Him, or worshipped the false gods who dwell in groves and have no care of their worshippers.

  And he set his face to the sun and journeyed, walking without sandals, as he had seen the saints walk, and carrying at his girdle a leathern wallet and a little water-bottle of burnt clay.

  And as he walked along the highway he was full of the joy that comes from the perfect knowledge of God, and he sang praises unto God without ceasing; and after a time he reached a strange land in which there were many cities.

  And he passed through eleven cities. And some of these cities were in valleys, and others were by the banks of great rivers, and others were set on hills. And in each city he found a disciple who loved him and followed him, and a great multitude also of people followed him from each city, and the knowledge of God spread in the whole land, and many of the rulers were converted, and the priests of the temples in which there were idols found that half of their gain was gone, and when they beat upon their drums at noon none, or but a few, came with peacocks and with offerings of flesh as had been the custom of the land before his coming.

  Yet the more the people followed him, and the greater the number of his disciples, the greater became his sorrow. And he knew not why his sorrow was so great. For he spake ever about
God, and out of the fulness of that perfect knowledge of God which God had Himself given to him.

  And one evening he passed out of the eleventh city, which was a city of Armenia, and his disciples and a great crowd of people followed after him; and he went up on to a mountain and sat down on a rock that was on the mountain, and his disciples stood round him, and the multitude knelt in the valley.

  And he bowed his head on his hands and wept, and said to his Soul, ‘Why is it that I am full of sorrow and fear, and that each of my disciples is as an enemy that walks in the noonday?’

  And his Soul answered him and said, ‘God filled thee with the perfect knowledge of Himself, and thou hast given this knowledge away to others. The pearl of great price thou hast divided, and the vesture without seam thou hast parted asunder. He who giveth away wisdom robbeth himself. He is as one who giveth his treasure to a robber. Is not God wiser than thou art? Who art thou to give away the secret that God hath told thee? I was rich once, and thou hast made me poor. Once I saw God, and now thou hast hidden Him from me.’

  And he wept again, for he knew that his Soul spake truth to him, and that he had given to others the perfect knowledge of God, and that he was as one clinging to the skirts of God, and that his faith was leaving him by reason of the number of those who believed in him.

  And he said to himself, ‘I will talk no more about God. He who giveth away wisdom robbeth himself.’

  And after the space of some hours his disciples came near him and bowed themselves to the ground and said, ‘Master, talk to us about God, for thou hast the perfect knowledge of God, and no man save thee hath this knowledge.’

  And he answered them and said, ‘I will talk to you about all other things that are in heaven and on earth, but about God I will not talk to you. Neither now, nor at any time, will I talk to you about God.’